Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The Jade Palace was silent, as if the stone absorbed everything. The huge courtyard was not crowded, but there were more people, or more accurately, more lizardmen than he expected, including skinks, lizardmen, giant lizards, and a few chameleons that appeared and disappeared. But the lizardmen were very silent, without the bustling, lively, hissing and snapping sounds he had seen in the temple city.

However, everything changed after the team entered the courtyard, after all, fellow countrymen meet fellow countrymen...

"There wouldn't be so many before, but recently, their number has increased a lot, some like you, and some... in strange ways."

"Are you sure it's recently? How long is a period of time in your mind? A few years? More or less?" Daxus looked around the scene that was getting a little lively, while listening to Orchi's words. He speculated that these later lizardmen were probably the army or patrol that died near Zahuitak after the invasion. But he didn't delve too much into this issue, but asked another question.

"A few months? But it doesn't matter. Time has no meaning here. What is just a moment to one person may be like hours or even years to another.

There is no time here, no day, no night. There is only a moment, an eternity stretching between light and shadow, and we are all trapped in it. It takes a while to get used to it, you will get used to it, I stopped counting the days when I woke up last time." Olic said calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and it seemed that he was not talking about time, but more like sleep.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to it."

"It's not surprising. From my point of view, I suspect that you are from the past, not the present and the future. Time flows differently in different realms. When I was still assisting the lords in their research, I came to a conclusion from the lords that not only are the buildings entangled, but time is also distorted. Now, the city is located at the center of a huge shadow network, composed of every fragment of the past and the future.

So, there is no death here, but death exists, and there are many. You can still feel their presence, the blow of death. There are no scars, but the pain is still reminding you that you are just a reflection of a dead person."

Darkius nodded. He had seen many skin lizard priests. Compared with these skin lizard priests, Orici was very different. He was not smart, nor unique. He was more like Teto Ika, who was getting more and more sophisticated as he got older.

He thought of pasta again, not flying pasta, nor pasta mixed with concrete. Instead, the Flash went back to the past and met his younger self, or more precisely, he met his own self whose timeline had been changed when he went back to the past. After that, the two Flashes met the sentimental Batman, who used a mess of pasta to tell the story of time confusion.

How similar this scene is, no, what he is experiencing now is even more terrible and illogical than what the pasta shows.

"Even great lords will become dim with every failure and every death. Soon, we may all be shadows." Orici seemed to understand Dacus's thoughts and grinned sadly.

"That..."

"Another me? I can sense your curiosity. You haven't experienced it yet." Oriqi said sadly, and then sighed. His whole body collapsed as he sighed. "This feeling is strange. We are not brothers, nor were we born from the same incubator. Looking at him, I feel like I am looking at a mirror. I... I... I can't describe that feeling. After I was reborn, Lord Azuma recognized me and understood me. Another me replaced me, and I continued to serve the lord in a different way."

The topic ended here. The Slann magic priests did not live in the courtyard, but in other places. Dakuus had to make some arrangements, such as resting and boosting morale.

After everything was arranged, he followed Oriqi up hundreds of spiral stone steps. Everything around him was stone or glass. As he strode through the corridor, his reflection lagged slightly. He guessed that this was due to the angle of the mirror.

Behind him, someone laughed, the voice was rough and tired. As he slowly turned around, his hand was on the hilt of the sword. When he turned around, he saw...himself face to face. But not quite himself, a different him, ragged and bloody.

A reflection, stretched and twisted through the mirror. The reflection smiled, staring at Dacus.

Dacus massaged his temples with his fingers, trying to calm his emotions. The best way to deal with the silver leaker is to smile at him instead of shouting.

He glanced at his reflection, and it disappeared. Then, it reappeared. He touched his face as if he was looking in the mirror. The dried blood in the reflection was no longer on his face, but it did not prevent him from urgently wanting to take a hot bath.

He stopped there, studying his expression, just like playing rock-paper-scissors with his own reflection in the mirror. After a moment, a wave of psychological fatigue came over him, and he closed his eyes. When his eyes closed, he heard the voice again, attracting his attention. When he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw the stopped team looking at him, and his reflection was no longer smiling, and the ragged clothes and dried bloodstains disappeared.

He smiled and raised his middle finger to his reflection, and the existence in the mirror seemed to disappear, and his reflection did the same action as him, raising his middle finger.

"Why do these mirrors stay here? And...there is a space where the army is stationed here. Why do the lizard people live in the courtyard?" He asked casually as he continued to walk. Along the way, he did not encounter anyone who was supposed to be guarding. The temple guards at each node did not encounter the chameleon hiding in the shadows on guard. There was no one, and the palace seemed deserted.

"The palace is unstable and unsafe. Some people have been... lost in it. The mirror has been destroyed, four times? Five times? I can't remember, but the mirror is always there. If you value your life, don't near."

Darkus nodded. He no longer passed the time with small talk. Seeing the Slann Demon Priest would mean that Steiner's troops would attack, and everything would be fine by then. He focused his attention on his surroundings, determined to remember the road as best he could, no matter how strange the place was. Who knows what will happen in the future, when these things will come in handy, maybe he will have to live here for a while.

Despite his skill at it, the palace strangely defied his senses. He could feel the palace expanding and contracting without any pattern. Corridors branched out from the main road and seemed to lead nowhere, with walls protruding at vague angles, as if something had pushed the walls outward at some point in the past. Shards of glass littered the stone floor, taking root like some kind of crystallized fungus, and steps rose to the solid ceiling, or dropped suddenly.

Then there was the noise, soft, like the whine of an insect or the hiss of sand, but everywhere. The noise clashed with his perceptions, and the harder he tried to listen, the harder it became to discern. Only when he tried to ignore it did the noise eventually turn into what he thought might be sounds, many sounds, intertwined in meaningless gibberish.

He had no idea where the noise was coming from, only that it was louder in some places and quieter in others.

Finally, the procession came to a towering arch carved into a gorgeous laurel tree, at the top of which an exquisite glass mask stared solemnly at them. He stood there for a while, looking at the mask. The mask was not unfamiliar, it was a typical lizard-man style. The face of the mask was that of the ancient saint Taibok, and its cracked glass shone with a strange light.

Behind the arch is a massive causeway that leads to the dome on top of the palace.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Palace Garden." Orici said softly after following Darkus' line of sight.

As the procession crossed the causeway, lanterns hung from poles cast a soft glow on the road, but only a few were on, others hung in darkness or were missing entirely. There was only a faint glow, and shadows danced along the edge of the causeway.

Below, a fire was lit in the courtyard, and some figures were sitting around the bonfire. Although they were far away, he could still make out some figures, and he knew that the team was beginning to rest.

Looking out through the wall, further away, countless light spots appeared in the darkness.

"Bonfires, some real, some fake, not all things that flicker in the dark are flames, the city is between shadow and light, it deceives vision. Firelight can be reflected from one street to another, from top to bottom Down, from east to west, this false light can pull the unwary deeper into the shadows.”

Darkus did not respond, nor did he ask cleverly about whether second vision could be deceived. The team's current position was high enough, and he could see the sky above through the artificial stones when he raised his head. However, it didn't look like the sky he knew, so he avoided looking at it.

The causeway was mostly intact, but in places it looked as if something had chewed it up. Many of the gaps were repaired with wooden boards that looked like they had been torn from carriages or fences. These boards creaked as the team passed by. Fortunately, there were no accidents, and the huge Grok passed smoothly. .

The entrance to the dome is another delicate arch shaped like a large tree, its two-dimensional branches extending upward and around the circumference of the dome, sitting atop a set of flat stone steps.

At this point, Olic stopped.

Darkus didn't ask: Won't you come with me? These are already stupid questions just to think about, and Olic has made them clear enough along the way. He nodded to Olic, sighed, and walked into the garden.

The ground was covered in shards of glass that crunched under his boots. A columnar corridor stretched into the interior of the dome, broken glass panes lining the walls, his reflection flowing away from him like condensation.

He walked towards the flickering light, his footsteps echoing hollowly, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a reflection hidden in the corner of the cracked glass. The reflection whined and moved away from him as he passed.

At the end of the corridor is another archway, carved in the same shape as the entrance. Passing through the arch, he saw darkness surrounding him, surrounded by jagged tree trunks and branches in varying states of destruction.

After a while, he realized that the trees were made of glass, artificial, shaped and carved, not planted. This is not a living garden, but a garden filled with statues and sculptures, or at least it once was. Like the forest floor after a fire, tiny sprouts of glistening glass sprout from the debris and stumps.

The garden, whatever it once was, is now something else.

The crystals grew upward along the inner curve of the dome, extending in all directions. In some places, stalactites and stalagmites made of dark glass formed, and a cluster of what looked like young trees occupied the center of the garden.

He stopped and turned around. Up to now, he had been to many places and seen many landscapes, and he had seen many gardens, but... this garden was particularly large, towering into the sky, extending to the edge of his vision. There were more trees in the darkness, intact and tall, with branches scraping the top of the dome. Parts of the dome had been broken, and the walls were full of cracks, and the wind whistled through them.

The constant cold here was unbearable for the lizardman. He could see that Ku Jia was obviously uncomfortable, as if the cold took the air from Ku Jia's lungs, and every time he inhaled, he would twitch.

When the team came to another archway, he thought he was now at the place where the two Slann magic priests lived? Because there was no way ahead.

"Hello?"

Dakwus's voice echoed strangely, and his words were twisted into groans by the strange acoustic environment of this place.

The word "Welcome..." hung in the air like a bell, and in the corner of his eye, something flashed across the face of a broken tree, and the figure circled the team like a wandering lion, floating on the face of one tree and then on the face of another. At first, he thought it might be a reflection, but soon he realized that the thing was on the tree.

The figure got closer and closer, turning into a huge shape, passing through every piece of glass and plant, like a giant looking down through a net.

"Welcome..."

The words echoed between the broken trees, seeming to rise from every piece and every face.

Dacus did not ask, nor did he shout emotionally, he was very calm, calm to the point of being numb. But unlike him, Shakspati, who had been silent and following silently, exerted his strength, and as his hands were raised high, as the sphere representing the stars began to rise and surround, the surrounding scene disappeared.

As the scene changed, everything around him changed, but he did not immediately look at the changes around him. His sight was attracted, and then his eyes widened instantly, and the incredible scene in front of him almost made him curse. There is something wrong with Oliqi's information. Didn't they say there were only two Slann Magic Priests? There is something wrong with this information.

Why are there five Slann Magic Priests?

"Is there a bug?" (End of this chapter)